I am born of nobility, of noble parents, of the streets of Highbridge aged in the tract homes of Levittown. I am their son, they could have done better. I am of the nobility of kitchens and car … [Read more...]
Farmers, Queens, Trains and Clowns
With each step floor boards sing out of tune, mice dance in walls, spiders spin webs as the sun sifts through broken blinds, glassless remnants of windows. Spindle less banister leads lurching … [Read more...]